nyc ♔ all moonlight returned today

[romanticidal]

♬ shining star - jump5

WHO || Rafael, Isabella, Burt, Kat, Gar, Mark, Luthir, Buffy, Spike, Finnick, Violet, Elena, Archer, Des [closed]
WHAT || Burt invites everyone to celebrate their victory at the trial at the opening of his new nightclub in NYC
WHERE || New York City, NY
WHEN || Saturday, March 15th [forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

It's over. After months of being sidelined by the trial of their friend Rafael, the Knights are finally free to return to England and see what headway the Dragon's Claws have made on discovering the location of the Talisman they seek.

But not everyone is so free to return. The consequence of getting Burt's assistance in disentangling Finnick from his contract and super-stardom was an ironclad agreement that allows Burt to sink his claws fully into Rafael's career. Considering that Burt knows their secret identity, non-disclosure agreement or not, the executive's renowned moral gray-itude doesn't exactly make it seem like a great plan to back out on the compromise.

They've at least been able to put off their goodbyes for a few days since the end of the trial, as Burt invited all of them to New York City for the opening of his brand new nightclub. Some of them flew out, while Archer and Des presumably drove their matching El Caminos cross-country in the days between. But now they've all met again in the Big Apple, for a celebration - and farewell of sorts.

Comments

[notaroundme]

[Elena is having a hard time deciding you guys. She's just going to ignore any talk about violence because holy shit do you guys talk or do anything else srsly.]

Red, blue, or black?

[She means dresses, not wounds okay. :|]

[shootfirst]

I think she's going for black and blue.

[ nope, kat's still back on violence. AND THEY'RE OFF to drive... a few blocks probably. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike glances over at Kat and shrugs. She gets him. Or at least... gets the fact that violence just sort of follows them.]

I like red and black.

[Everyone knows, Spike, you don't wear any other colors.]

[starfucker]

You know nobody buys straight 'red' or 'black' anymore, don't you? You've gotta order crimson, or onyx or whatever else these cockbags cook up. [ driving driving driving. OH LOOK WE'RE HERE. ]

Alright, now when you get in there, at least pretend to be classy fuckers.

[graveflowers]

[ so be the opposite to embarrass you, burt? yes good. she hops out of the sweet ride, into the sweet fresh air and looks around.

and then trips on the curb with her dex crit fail and DOWN SHE GOES. oh her poor skinned knees and palms! ] Motherfucker!

[65]

Who needs pretending? [by that he means he's already classy as fuck. but then he gets out of the car and, by trying to catch violet, actually ref save crit fails and goes down with her. IT'S SO SEXY.

so yeah basically never mind.]

[isisagent]

We're off to a great start.

You guys uh... need some like... salve, or ice, or Whiskey, or something?

[starfucker]

My foot up your asses?

[graveflowers]

[ ow. ] You walked right into that, Burt. [ attempting to extract herself from the ground. hi finnick, what's up. this is so ridiculous she can't help but giggle as she struggles to her feet. ]

[65]

I'd say he jinxed it. [hey gurl. he peels himself away and staggers back onto his feet.] I'll take the whiskey.

[bigbad]

No one's surprised there.

[Spike pulls himself out of the car and makes an undignified but ultimately painless dash for the shade (since I'm gonna assume there's sunlight... fort 27).]

[isisagent]

[Archer passes Finnick a flask not-so-discreetly.]

Cheers, cap'n.

[notaroundme]

[Yeah, she went with black. Can't go wrong with a little black dress, okay.]

You guys okay?

[As she moves over to Vi to try and help her up since Finnick can apparently handle it.]

[65]

[FUCK YOU SPIKE, HE OFFERED. finnick takes the flask from archer, takes a generous swig, then passes it back.] All better.

[graveflowers]

I'm good, thanks. [ she smiles at elena, grateful for the help, and reaches out to snatch the flask before it makes it all the way back to archer. she takes a gulp and wipes her free hand on her jeans. ] That curb came outta nowhere.

[ DID IT, VI? DID IT? okay, now archer can have his flask back. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Wow, guys. Wow. Much class. Such grace. Wow.

Des gets out on the street side of the limo and observes the failboat pile with a grimace and then steps around.]

Let's hope we don't get attacked at the party. Unless you plan to trip over the bad guys.

[starfucker]

[ wow is this real life. you're all fired from the entourage. burt just... walks past this hot mess and shoves both doors open, spreading his arms wide as he goes inside, where a blonde woman with an improbable hairstyle and outfit full of surreal angles lets out a little shriek of delight and comes over to share cheek kisses with him.

"Herr Becksworth!" yes, she's also german. she's like german effie. "We are so glad to see you again, as always."

burt grins and turns around to introduce everyone who is coming in and spreading out behind him, knights casting curious glances around, kat's particularly wary. ]

Evonna. Rafael Giovanni, and Finnick. [ just finnick. like cher. he doesn't actually introduce anyone else because you're all peons, and evonna seems to only have eyes for the celebs anyway. she claps her hands together enthusiastically, in a near swoon and then comes forward between the two of them, turning to put a hand on either of their shoulders to draw them further into the salon.

"Yes, so very good to meet you! Such handsome men. But by the time you leave, Evonna will make you fabulous." she throws a glance over her shoulder at the rest of the group, casting somewhat withering looks at everyone's outfits. the exuberance in her voice flattens to disdain as she tacks on: "Nickolai, Katya, see to the... others. Burt, darling, you are with me." ]

[slay]

Oh, actually, we're - [ she's cut off as evonna (who apparently speaks in third person) swans off with her man. and finnick. w/e. she'd donate him. she glances around, deflating a little from her dress excitement. ] ... Together. I thought. [ rude. ]

[savemyself]

[ know who looks hilariously affronted right next to buffy, watching them all wander off? yep. she turns to the bleached blonde male who must be... nickolai and snaps: ] I am Rafael's manager. Burt should not be making wardrobe choices without me! [ yeah sure that's convincing, isa. good thing she has absolutely no skill in diplomacy whatsoever. she's such a people person. ]

[bigbad]

We'll have more fun without 'em. [Just saying, Rafael and Finnick are kind of downers lately. He flashes a smirk at the other two, showing too many teeth, though at least they're all blunt and human-looking.] How about it, then? Shall we get started?

[nosdacariad]

[ while kat looks skeptical and a little bit ready to punch anyone who tries to touch her, beside her, mark lights up a bit as he examines a nearby well dressed mannequin. ] Now that is some expert tailoring. But these would look better in dark blue.

[ kat rolls her eyes over at him like 'WHO ARE YOU, DUDE'. the two employees guide them in among racks of expensive shit, ranging from the really awesome to the ridiculous looking. there are dressing rooms available and big mirrors out here to come show off to each other. mark wastes no time in acquiring a large pile to go try on, at least. ]

[graveflowers]

Swear to god, if one of them touches me I'm going to mace them in the face... [ she pokes through the racks, looks at a dress, likes it, grabs it in her size and sits down. she's done! yay! ]

[65]

[omg finnick misses his people already 8( EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO FAST. he'll just let evonna have her way with him and let jesus take the wheel. he's done it enough time before for the hunger games ...]

[luthir]

[ luthir is staying with you, boo. he does not want anyone to mess with his style, which is completely archaic and may involve things like bracers that are totally legit for clubbing, right. right.

don't let them touch his hair ]

[rationalizes]

[ isabella, at least, recovers from her annoyance enough to start looking through dresses, imperiously pointing several out to make nickolai carry behind her to try on. katya pulls a few selections to offer to each of the other ladies, and gar waves her away when she holds out a dress to her. ] Oh no, that's... that's quite alright, thank you, but I won't be going tonight...